
by Taiyin Sage
He spent a lifetime chasing something just out of reach. Then he died. Woke up in a stranger's cold body, in a stranger's ruined life. Most people would call that a tragedy. He calls it a clean slate. From the very bottom. No shortcuts. No mercy. Ascend, or die on the road trying. Live hard, or die trying. There is no third option. Daily updates.
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